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[vuulpecula]

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spotify wrapped | always accepting ↳ 55. night channels - foxing

Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. He was going to die, and it was all her fault. Hands pressed desperately over his middle, trying to staunch the bleeding that flowed endlessly, Fox tried to save the life that was already slipping away between her fingers. Shredded muscle and sinew twisted with the tattered remains of his robes, weaving together around her incapable digits like a grotesque mockery of a cat’s cradle. Maybe with medical equipment, earthly objects from that life left behind, his life would be spared—but there was nothing. Nothing she could reach for or grab, no one to call, there was nothing she could do. The great Doctor Strange was dying and the world would be lesser for it.

“Please, please,” her arms were shaking as she begged for that tiny spark of something to appear. Concentrating, digging as deep as she could for any shred of healing power or magic or whatever it was. The shaking became worse. The edges around him, laying prone beneath her unlit hands, began to fade. Melting into a darkness she fought to keep back. Blood dripped from her nostrils, a splitting headache brought forth a spasm of pain, and still she tried. Frantic for anything and lacking in everything. There was no fighting the dizziness that sent the world around them spinning, meshing every color together until all she could see was black.

A deep red glow filled the space and from it walked a woman. Spine straight, moving unhurried to kneel beside the dying Strange. “We clung to our warp weighted loom,” she began softly. “By the time we were done, we were woven in. Such constriction from a self-made trap.” It was Fox and it wasn’t. She was different. Perhaps a little older, confident, oozing with the darkness of power, and looking down upon him with the softness of seeing an old friend. A hand, fingers sooty with darkness, rested over his wound. Again, a glow began, pulsing a deep orange where it had once been gold. The pieces of him that had fallen apart began to weave back together once more. Cells healing in a way that seemed wholly impossible.

With her other hand, she pushed the hair back from his brow. “And on these antlers, dry-rot cracks through.” As if he was crowned or meant to be. This Fox, she glanced to the other beside him. Unconscious and incapable. “I left myself too open for you,” she reflected before turning her attention back to him. “So, by now I know what decay is.” There was a sadness in the way she said it, as if all three had been connected in some mysterious way that had led her down the darker path. The corrupted path. Wanda Maximoff was not the only witch tempted by that which she could not have.

“I’ll lay on waves until the night channels end,” Fox stated, as if telling him where she would be. Where he could find the beginning to the end that would not come for him. Not now, at least. She leaned close to him, his body nearly healed completely beneath her hand. “Future love,” she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Don’t fall apart.” As quickly as she had come, she was gone. Disappearing into the fading glow like a figment of a twisted imagination.

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Danzo/Kaname Headcanon suggestion:

Kaname and Danzo never actually get married. First it's because he thinks he needs to rise in the ranks, and then it's because his job/unpopularity is actually too dangerous to sustain a family on the side. At some point he decides he doesn't want kids, and becomes the canon Danzo we know.

But on the side, he maintains personal bonds. At political meetings, he sits next to her and aids her. After hours, there's the thought of taking Kaname out to eat and maybe he'll send her a message. During festival days, there's always at least one genin team spying on her to make sure she's alright. Not because she needs it, but because he does.

In the shadows, Danzo remains. She walks in the light of the village for most of her entire life, over forest roads that give a canopy of leafs the chance for sunlight to peek through and shine on her face and make her a dalmatian of light.

But her roots need darkness. And sometimes, Kaname and Danzo meet up in the dark. He has changed. She has changed. They know the limits of their 'meetings'.

Some months they're lovers, sometimes it's impersonal, and some meetings they're almost enemies. It depends on how much they just want coffee and talk, or coffee and silent companionship, or sex.

The sex is good though. Their years take their tolls on their bodies, but they remain strong. He has learnt to contain her, and learnt what she likes, and learnt to accommodate her endurance. He is above all, a persistent and thorough man.

These meetings happen, regardless of whether she remains single or has a committed relationship. Danzo has chosen her. Even if she wants to break it off, Danzo remains stable as ever. She gets the flowers on valentine's and her birthday. She gets the invitations, (fewer when she's mad, more when she's lonely). He never skips or forgets the traditions that show his appreciation for her.

He spirals, gradually becomes the monster. He isn't nice to the rest of the world, his character become terrible over time, he becomes a dictator Hokage the way Hiruzen was. But always, there remains his kneejerk reaction to Kaname.

When she enters the room or whispers his name, he briefly reacts as if he is still that nervous boy who bought her the red-bean bun pastry, and as if she's still the pretty girl who finds his stammering cute.

LADY Lady *softly* holy fuck

Meme : Send me a Hc and I'll accept or deny it ACCEPTED (Holy shit SO accepted!)

It's complicated, heartbreaking, heartwarming, tragic, and a bit dangerous and and thrilling and I LOVE IT I can't even think of anything to add to it right now, it's great and I want it! The only thing I can come up with to add is this piece I drew back in Oktober last year, never posted (don't remember why), and forgot about until now and It's feels like it kind of fits the mood of this HC so enjoy! (I am not very happy with it anymore but whatever it is what it is) It's spicy and bloody so I'll put it under a cut.

[wastheheart]

❝ be honest … how did you know that carlisle was the one? and i mean, the one being your soulmate and all. i see the two of you and admire your love for each other greatly if i’m being honest myself. ❞

@6ellas (thank you!)

It's no lie that Bella has taken Esme entirely by surprise, although Esme's not entirely sure why she never expects that from them girl. Bella's taken Esme by surprise since the day they first met.

And yet, Esme hasn't ever thought too deeply about circumstance at all. In truth, she's not sure she has a sufficient answer, but she can try.

"We met when I was sixteen. It was fleeting and entirely unromantic. I'd broken my leg falling from a tree and he happened to be the doctor who treated me that day." Her smile is wide; this particular memory is one of her stronger human recollections. "I can't lie and say he didn't elicit something in me. There's hardly any denying the fact he's simply beautiful, but... It was more than that. My parents had admonished me for being too old for such accidents—told me the doctor would agree, too—but instead he laughed as I explained; he told me that the book I was reading must indeed be good since it was still clutched to my chest as he plastered my cast."

She laughs, coming to perch opposite Bella on a kitchen island stool.

"He left and, well... I couldn't stop thinking about him from that moment on. The way he listened to me go on and on, how he asked after my interests and desires in life. He was gorgeous, but more importantly, he listened."

Esme sighs, her gaze falling to observe her wedding band. "Between then and meeting him again, I saw his face nearly every day. Particularly on those that seemed hardest to get through. Seeing him once more when I came through my transformation was like a balm against a burn. I guess what I'm trying to say is that... he felt like home; he still does."

Her eyes wander up to meet Bella's own, glossed lips resting with a fond smile.

"I knew, and know, because it feels like the last piece of a puzzle slotting into place. It feels like belonging with out any conditions. It's safety and security I can only find in him, and him alone. Does that help answer your question?"

[stagstalked]

❝ You ever get sent to cut a switch as a kid ? ❞ Will isn't very good at social interaction, but he's been told that he needs to make friends, to form connections with beings that can talk back. He doesn't really want to get to know his coworkers, but Dr. Lecter had suggested that it might be good for him. So Will is trying.

And conversation doesn't come naturally to him, but he's observed Brian and Jimmy and Bev swapping stories about their childhoods, so he might as well give it a try.

❝ It always seemed like a bonus punishment. Like, ❞ He drops his voice lower, lets the accent he always tries to suppress gruff up his words ❝ "I'm gonna whoop your ass and you're gonna bring me the stick to do it with." ❞

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : @spookyagentfmulder

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

"To actually hire somebody to come all the way here to drag me back home– Got to be a little insane, hasn’t he?"

The Talented Mr. Ripley Sentence Starters: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

"He also told me to look after ye'. Make sure yer' takin' care of yer'self," added Richard in earnest, as if that bit of information would somehow soften the blow of the whole scheme. Stealing in a breath, he let his gaze fall, shuffling his weight from one leg to the other, allowing the absurdity of the situation to fully sink in. "Nevertheless, it is a wee bit insane, innit? I suppose he's just tryin' to do wha's best for ye'; or at least wha' he thinks is best. Father's have a funny way of showin' love, eh?" The Scotsman was not part of the world Victor Trevor's world. He wasn't even a bystander in its margins. Yet, his latter statement painted itself with hushed honesty. Father's were a funny thing.

[andessence]

armand tag drop!

[burdenedreverance]

"Greetings." He said with dark red eyes. He was currently blood starved and he smelled the other's blood strongly.

(From Crest)

The stench of blood clung to Hayden in a way which transcended the human senses. There was a taint to the soul of someone who took the life of another, no matter the reason. A weight which was felt more by those around them, then by themselves.

He does not look up as his fingers work a knife which reflects the light of the campfire he is at, the knife makes quick work of the skin of an animal. His hands are stained red as they grip loose skin and exposed flesh, in one motion he tears pelt from meat. He looks up, emerald eyes meeting reds.

"Greetings."

[joels6string]

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RE4R Leon Kennedy x f!reader

Leon's home from Spain and the only thing he needs is a familiar face.

18+ only MDNI

content: a little hurt/comfort, established relationship, unprotected p in v, oral f!receiving, creampie word count: 3k

There were fewer things in life more pleasant than the feeling of a warm mug clutched against your palm, a thick, fuzzy blanket in your lap, and a book resting on your thighs. Your fingers are flicking at the corner of the page as you took in the words written so elegant yet simple on the page, transporting you to world’s beyond. It’s raining, and the brisk autumn air begins to nip when the sun sinks below the horizon, but you’ve been nestled totally content in your home since well before the light had begun to dwindle. Dinner was forgotten after a quick shower to scrub the day off your skin, the world so colorfully illustrated in black and white sucking you in too far for you even to feel the passage of time. 

Heroes and heroines, love stories and daring rescues, it isn’t your usual genre, but after enough recommendations you’d decided to give it a try, swallowing your pride to admit the praise was well earned to your friends when they asked. 

Knock knock

The sound of a fist slamming brutally against your door has your heart skipping as you squeak in shock, your eyes shooting to your clock to find it was nearing 1 AM, a time well beyond acceptable visiting hours. Another two bangs, and your spine goes rigid with fear.

“Are you home?” Even through the door, the sound of that slurred voice has your terror ebbing and annoyance flowing in its place. “Can you open the door? Please?”

Though you already know who it is, you peek through the small round glass, a mess of dirty blonde hair hunched against the doorframe greeting you. Muttering under your breath, you undo the chain, wrenching the door open hard enough to have none other than Leon S. Kennedy toppling over face-first at your feet.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you spit, your tone laced with so much venom even you feel its poison.

“Just needed to see you,” he practically whines, groaning against your cheap wooden floors.

“We’re not doing this, Leon. I told you, I’m done.”

“Please, Bug.”

“Don’t call me that.”

It’s almost embarrassing watching him try to stand, the thick arms that usually sweep you off your feet with ease barely able to push himself up, his face falling into your stomach as his foot gives way beneath him seconds after getting himself onto one knee. Instinct has you catching him from falling, and he wraps himself around you like a life raft, breathing in deeply as if he’s been trapped beneath the rolling tides and just found the surface. The desperation of it plucks at your pity chord, and your fingers thread into his hair and scrape against his scalp in the way you know he likes, soothing hushes falling from your lips as you cradle him close.

Your past with Leon is tumultuous, he is a man torn in two by the duties he’d sworn to uphold and the one thing that could convince him to give it all up and walk away. You’d met by accident, crossing paths with him at an event and leaving when his eyes as blue as a summer sky had consumed you completely. He was as sweet and playful as he was dark and deadly, and he’s careful to keep that latter side as far away from you as he could. And that quest had begun keeping him away for longer stretches, his ability to lock away the pain and anguish that plagued him beginning to fail. 

Spain had been his last location, he’d told you before he left he’d be overseas for an undetermined amount of time. It had been months. After weeks of checking reports and news articles to see if Officer Leon Kennedy had been killed daily, you’d given up. The thought that maybe he’d lied had passed through your mind, maybe it was his way of finally cutting whatever co-dependent cord that attached you to each other. Someone had to be brave and strong enough to do it, and you were certain that couldn’t be you. But here he is, drunk off his ass and clinging to you with every ounce of strength he has, and whatever his alcohol-induced plan is, you hate to admit it’s working.

You knew he was back, it had been all over the news, “President’s Daughter Saved by Hero!” That happened two weeks ago. Seeing him applauded had made your chest swell in pride until you recalled telling him this drawn-out sham of a relationship was over when he’d brought you the news of his latest assignment. You couldn’t take it anymore, the distance and the secrets, the months away and the lack of contact. It was practically debilitating, but it hadn’t mattered that he wasn’t your concern anymore in those months he was gone. It felt worse than waiting for an email he’d sneak in or a spotty phone call where you could barely make out the words but the sound of his voice still washed over you like a soothing balm. 

It’s why you couldn’t truly be angry now.

“Let’s go,” you finally urge, your tone gentler now, “Bed.”

It takes every bit of your strength to pull him into your bed, whiskey heavy on his breath when he collapses on top of you while mustering enough decency to kick his boots off as he sighs in what must be relief. Your lights are still on, and you’re certain the door is unlocked, but there’s no moving now, he’s too heavy and warm and familiar. You can’t be mad, because then you’d have to admit that you didn’t want this, that you hadn’t thought about the way your mattress just feels more comfortable with his weight dipping it down to the perfect point. It would be a lie. 

“Leon?” you whisper into his hair–it smells like a bar, stale, musty cigarettes and sweat–but he’s already out cold, too comfortable and content in your embrace now to stay awake.

He sees more horrors in a week than most do in their lifetime, and he finds safety here. It’s something you take for granted, especially in the long stretches of his absence filled with solo dinners and lonely nights, but it’s impossible to forget as he’s curled into you as much as his large frame allows, his breathing slow and easy. The familiarity of it drags you under, your eyes drifting closed as your fingers scratch soothingly up and down his spine. 

******

Butter crackles and pops over the hum of your podcast coming through the small speaker beside the sink. Early morning light filters in through the paper shades still drawn in the kitchen, the tiles cool on your bare feet while you chop fruit and various toppings for the omelet you’ve been thinking about making since last night. 

Leon was still in bed, getting out from beneath his heavy body without waking him could be considered your morning workout. He hadn’t moved an inch all night from where he’d fallen asleep pressed to your chest. When your rumbling stomach had become too much to bear you’d had to pull away, despite how little you found yourself wanting to. 

“That smells good,” a sheepish voice calls from the doorway, your head turning to find Leon slumped against the frame scratching the back of his head, his eyes avoiding yours, “I’ll go. I’m sorry for showing up like this. Thanks��for not kicking me out onto the street.”

“You can stay. Just take a shower. I can smell you from here.”

He laughs, his face lighting up enough to wash away the harrowing look he’d been wearing, “You didn’t throw my clothes out onto the curb?”

“I didn’t, actually. I like your shirts.”

“Well, they look better on you anyway.”

Ten minutes later as you plate fruit and omelets and pull two slices of bread from the bag on the counter, you hear him approaching, and you don’t even try to suppress the happy little smile settling on your lips. Flicking the toaster on as you spin, you soak in the sight of him turning into the room that always looks smaller when he’s in it. His hair is still damp and hanging loosely in his face, the shirt that was too tight months ago now on the verge of tearing at the seams when he reaches up to comb his locks out of his eyes. He looks better, the color returning to his face and the glow to the sea glass eyes you’d swam in so many times before. Your throat seizes for a moment when he flashes you a content smirk.

“What the hell happened?” you ask, your breath hitching when his arms cage you against the counter, his lips centimeters from yours. 

“I forgot how pretty you look in the morning,” he whispers, his thumb and pointer tipping your chin up softly. 

He gives you no time to comment on the blatant deflection, his pouty lips pressing to yours as he cups the back of your head, groaning when you reciprocate eagerly. Immediately, your hands find the warm, solid stretch of his chest, your hand falling instinctually to the steady beat of his heart. You’d learned early on that every symphony it beat into your ear as you laid on his chest could be the last, so the gentle taps against your palm are a welcome reminder that he’s still here. The dangers he faced had yet to lay claim.

“Missed you, Bug,” he murmurs against your lips, his nose nuzzling yours.

“Missed you, too,” you finally confirm, his relieved huff of laughter hot on your skin as he sighs in relief, kissing your forehead.

“Still mad at me?”

“Not til the next time you leave.”

“Gonna let me in the house when I get back?”

“If you’re lucky.”

It’s easy to tell he’s trying to control himself, the hardened bulge pressing against your inner thigh giving him away. His lips can’t stop pressing against yours, taking advantage of every pause in the conversation to peck at your still-speaking mouth, your arms finally wrapping around his neck warmly, his head burying into the crook of your neck. You lean your head against him, cradling him in the way you know he loves, his deep, content breaths heating the thin skin of your throat.

“I’m never lucky,” he sighs, and your heart aches for him.

This time is different, and you don’t know why. He always comes back battered and bruised both mentally and physically, but this time seems to have affected him even more than all the others. You don’t ask for details, he won’t tell you anyway, but you know he can work through it here, however slowly.

“You have a key, Leon,” you remind him with a chuckle, threading your fingers into his hair, “You can get in whenever you want.”

“You have to want me here,” he mumbles, “I have my own bed to sleep alone in.”

“I want you here.”

With those words, you pull his head up to stare into his tired eyes. You do want him here, and though your last outburst certainly had given him reason to think you didn’t, you hope he believes you now in the warm, soft realm of your embrace. 

“I want you here,” you repeat, “I want you here. Not there. Do you know what it’s like when you’re away?! I make myself sick, obsessing over the news and…and obituaries…”

You pull away to read the guilt falling over his features. It had come out harsher than you intended to, but the point was made. 

“I love you,” you whisper and then watch as he shatters.

“Saying things like that might make me consider retirement,” he chokes out, closing the space you’d made and leaning his forehead against yours.

“Oh yeah?” you respond, a sultry lilt to your tone as your hand drifts to the waistband of his sweatpants. “And what might convince you then?”

Before he can answer, your hand grips his already stiffened length, the way his breath trembles as you tug slowly sending a surge to your core. It takes him a moment to recalibrate as you drag your hand over him, and when he does, the ease at which he hoists you onto the counter makes you yelp, your arms wrapping around his neck as he wrestles your shorts off your hips. 

As soon as you’re free, you spread your legs wide, ready for his body to notch between them in a perfect fit, but instead, he sinks to the floor. Teeth graze over your inner thighs, just the thought of how close his mouth is makes your cunt clench around nothing but anticipation. Rough hands loop around your legs, pulling you closer to the edge before pressing his lips to your clit and suckling just enough to make you buck up against his face. His hair is soft when you knot your fingers through it and lean back against the cabinet behind you, his tongue probing into your fluttering hole greedily as he seeks to reacquaint with what he’d missed. 

Muffled groans are vibrating against you as he weaves through your slit, lapping at your juices leaking free before petitioning for more at your swollen bundle of nerves. You can see your arousal shining on his face when he pauses to take a lungful of air through a slackened jaw, his eyes as lidded as they were last night under the effect of alcohol. It’s shameless and unhindered the way he takes his fill, not that he was ever very timid before, but this time it feels like he wants and needs more, or maybe like he’d been afraid he’d never get to do this again.

You can already tell he won’t relent until you come on his mouth, so as the coil in your belly winds ever tighter you tug him by the blonde knots in your fist where you need him, enjoying the way he whined against your slick skin appreciatively. Two fingers slip inside you as his lips lock around your nub, curving and pressing the soft patch on your inner wall that has your vision flashing white. Every nerve is standing on edge as you lose control, your toes curling and fingers tugging on his hair hard enough it has to hurt, but he doesn’t stop or protest.

“Leon!” you cry out as you finally release his head to brace yourself on the countertop’s edge, “Lee-hmmm…”

His name is the last coherent word you get out before it’s only feral moans of bliss. You’re so close it’s like a fire burning in your limbs, every muscle tensing as you try to withhold it a little longer to prolong this moment where all you cared about was him and the way he could send you into the stars. When the tip of his tongue pinpoints and stiffens to flick teasingly before he latches once again, that’s all it takes to have the elastic snaps, sending a shockwave from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers, your scream echoing off the counters and windows. He’s satisfied with himself, smiling as he stands and lets your legs fall limply from his grasp, his hands catching your boneless body from slinking down onto the floor.

“M’gonna fuck you now,” he warns, gripping his cock that’s flushed purple and notching at your entrance, your response is nothing more than blind, sloppy kisses as you clean the taste of yourself off of his lips.

Your body welcomes him eagerly, sucking him in on his first thrust to the root. He sighs, gripping your waist to keep you still during the onslaught he’s set to release after you rip his shirt up over his head. Broad shoulders and thick pecs keep your fingers busy as you rememorize every dip and curve of his body, the slapping of skin on skin drowning out the pathetic whines falling from both of you as the sticky arousal leaking from your pussy soaks the patch of blonde hair at his base and drips down his thighs to pool on the waist of his pants he’s pulled down just enough. He’s not gentle, taking everything he needs with every hard piston of his hips, your legs quivering around him as you take every thick inch of him with no resistance. 

Leon wants to slow down, to savor the friction of your silky walls over his dick that’s craved anything but his own calloused hand for months, but he can’t. Not when you’re so wet it takes all his concentration to not slip right out of your gaping hole that’s pulling him in with a vicelike grip. He wants to flip you around and bend you over the counter, take you from behind where he can arch your back by tugging your hair, your ass rippling from the force of his thrusts, but you’re still kissing him so sweetly as he fucks you this hard, his throat currently being lavished by your affection instead of strangled by a monster. And it’s that reminder that sets him over the edge.

Thick, hot ropes of cum fill your cunt as his head falls to your shoulder, his thumb flicking over your clit as he steadies his breath and his cock softens. It doesn’t take long for you to find release once again, gentler this time, quieter than the wildfire of the first and you let it ember as the mix of your releases leaks free, drenching you both and dripping onto the floor. 

When he lifts his head to smile at you, his cheeks are flushed rosy pink, his eyes sparkling like gemstones before he cups the back of your head and kisses you in a silent thanks.

“I, uh, think we burnt the toast,” he chuckles, kissing you again before you can utter an unnecessary apology as the smell of charred bread finally registers, “Good thing I already had breakfast.”

Masterlist

[penvisions]

buckles and barley {new series masterlist}

Fandom: Kingsmen - The Golden Circle

Pairing: Rancher! Jack Daniels x Ranchhand! Reader

Summary: You seek out a secluded ranch outside the city limits at the behest of your ill father. In search of one of his old friends he had lost contact with after returning from a deployment and a catastrophic fallout. But instead you find the charming, dedicated, and rather handsome son of the man who had already passed, Jack Daniels. A night of bonding over the iron wills of your fathers and you find yourself falling into bed with him, only to be called away by the hospital that your father had been rushed too.

Devastated but free from the ties of your former life, you return to the ranch a changed woman. With the help of a man who holds his own grief, you learn how to tend to the horses and maintain the land. Together, you dance around each other as the seasons change. Cultivating a life that you never envisioned for yourself.

Wordcount: undetermined

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, death of a loved one, strained family dynamics, grief, implied verbal abuse, implied anger issues, allusions to past relationships, reader finds herself, reader takes control of her life, minor injuries, accident prone reader, allusions to infidelity, miscommunication, pining, mutual pining, protective jack, adult content, sexual content, smut, p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (f and m receiving), more to be added as the story develops!

A/N: excited to delve into this once {by the grit of sandpaper} is concluded. will be doing a little bit of a different approach with this one, it's a new pedro character for me and i wanted to try writing a majority of this one before i begin posting to help establish a solid posting schedule!

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[sweetandgentlecreature]

The Old Ball and Chain

Authors Note: So, uh…Was laying down to go to bed and had a thought. Definitely not quite my usual content, so I’m not going to add my taglist just in case this is too heavy for some readers. (Can you tell what part of my cycle I’m in?)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Warnings: Simulated Dubcon, Bondage, Brief mentions of fingering (female receiving), and Unprotected p-in-v sex. I am an adult, and due to the nature of this content, all works created by me will be rated for those 18 years and older. Minors, DNI.

Time passes slowly when you can’t see the clock on the wall, ticking down to an undetermined amount of time spent on the bench. Ass hanging off of the edge, knees bent, ankles shackled and held aloft by cold chains anchored to the outside of the plywood partition. The hole is just wide enough for my bottom half to fit through, the opening carefully carved and wrapped in foam and leather for my comfort. Wouldn’t want to get a splinter, of course.

The room is dim and cold. Goosebumps dance and scamper up and down my arms, and I can’t tell if I’m shivering through the cold or in anticipation for what’s to come. Soon, the unmistakable sound of tires tracking through gravel tells me what I need to know. The engine comes to a stop just outside of the door, followed by heavy foot falls crunching their way up the path. My breath catches in my throat, and I swallow hard to calm my anxious nerves. The door opens as he steps inside, then closes with a heavy thud behind him. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to. That’s not a part of the agreement anyway. Ragged breath from the heaving chest of the beast on the other side of the wall paints a picture in my mind. He’s been thinking about this all day.

Rubber boot soles thud across the concrete floor with each determined stride, until he stands (what I presume is) before me. Slow, deep breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth pour over my bare skin and light me ablaze. When I close my eyes, I imagine the look on his face. Brow furrowed, eyes dark with lust, sizing me up as I lay open for him like a feast to be devoured.

He touches me, warm, calloused fingertips pressing at the inside of my knees to open them wider as he takes his stance between them. Still quiet, still focused, he runs them up my thigh, nice and slow, until they reach their sticky and sweet destination. I gasp as the crassness of his ministrations when I feel him pinch the lips of my quivering pussy between his forefinger and thumb, not too hard, just enough to bring my wetness to the surface. My cup runneth over and spills to the floor with the pitter-patter of a soft summer rain. Heat rises in my face, but before I can react, he slides a thick finger through my petals to collect the nectar, then slips it inside of me.

The intrusion, albeit a surprise thanks to the division between us, is a welcomed one, and I hum in delight as he explores. It’s a test, and it seems that I’ve passed when he takes it away again. My heart pounds in my chest and rings in my ears as I wait for his next move. Digging my nails into the wood beneath me, the anticipation is almost too much to stand, when… no. Surely he isn’t…but then he does it again. Slow, deep, and heavy, he takes another breath, then sighs in relief. I close my eyes when I hear him suck his fingers clean. I must be good enough to eat.

The rattle of what I can only guess is his belt loosening makes me shutter, followed by the soft pop of the button and the slow downward zip of his fly. He parts my swollen lips with the tip of his cock, hot and heavy against my eager flesh as he slides it through my folds to collect more wetness. One hand holds my leg as the other is braced against the partition as he brings it down to slowly insert himself inside of me.

It’s a snug fit, and the sting of the stretch to fit around him is delicious. A breathy little moan escapes my dry, parted lips as he settles inside of me. He’s patient enough to let me adjust, but the man is no saint. It’s not long before he draws himself out again, then thrusts inside once more. Again and again, slow at first but quickly gaining momentum, the chains that hold me aloft rattle against the board with each drive of his hips against mine. He chooses the tempo, and I buck my hips up to meet it.

Hard, harder, harder; fast, faster, faster, he keeps going. His breath is uneven and ragged as he seeks out his climax. My thighs tremble around him, toes flexing and curling with each deep thrust until I’m seeing stars. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he grunts, loud and thunderous as he comes undone. buried to the hilt deep inside of me. He stills, hands trembling as they support beneath my knees, and he doesn’t move until he’s finished. Sweat drips from my nose and I wipe it away with the back of my hand as he pulls away, leaving me full of his spent and dripping onto the table beneath me. My body aches, and pin-prickles burn the soles of my feet as I wiggle my toes for relief. Just then, the hinges of the barrier between us squeak as he drops the top half down to peer at me from his side of the wall.

“Fuck, baby. That was better than I ever imagined it could be.”

Nimble fingers work to loosen the snares on my ankles one by one, and he catches my feet, lowering them slowly to lessen the strain as I sit upright again. Giggling softly, I brush my sweat-dampened hair from my eyes.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”

For weeks, we’d been practicing. Endless midnight conversations about the ins and outs of how this would work, evenings after work spent in the shop crafting the perfect platform to suit our needs. All of it leading up to the big show, and now it was over.

Sy grabs my foot, then the other, and begins massaging life back into them again. Once he’s done, he disappears to the sink in the corner of the garage to wet a wash rag with warm water to clean us up again. I wince as he glides it between my legs, but only for a moment, when he drops to his knees to get a better look. Rough whisker kisses brush along the inside of my thighs as he slowly works his way down, humming softly to himself as he takes his sweet time.

“You did so good,” he croons, beaming with pride as he takes care to wipe up the mess he’d left behind. With one final swipe, he tosses the rag towards the sink again and buried his head between my knees to make me shutter once more.

When his eyes meet mine, through a bramble of thick, dark lashes, I know that this is far from over. He smiles as he nuzzles against my mound, just as insatiable as the day we met. We share a silent truth in that moment, one that needs no words. I wouldn’t want him any other way.

“Happy Anniversary, Darlin’.”

[kthyg]

ghoul. — (lexicon & profiles)

(LEXICON) & (PROFILES)

— contents: profiles of featured characters (as of latest) in ghoul, including side characters.

; profile of each character is subject to change according to the chapters released.

oc.

birth name: jeon (y/n) or (y/n) kishou or jeon (y/n) kishou

alias: (y/n)

species: human

clan: jeon clan (current), kishou clan (ceased)

debut: folders

soulmate: deemed to be soulless/broken bond (refer: intoxication)

relatives: jeon jungkook (adoptive family)

occupation: ghoul investigator: associate investigator of special class (ii)

rating: unrelated

rc type: unrelated

quinque: primary: Aus (S+, rinkaku), secondary: Ifraft and Abksol (B, rinkaku)

affiliation: Q squad (current), X squad (former), Supreme squad S2

ward: 4th ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

jimin.

birth name: park jimin

alias: jimin or jimin park

species: half-ghoul (refer: intoxicated)

clan: park clan

debut: folders

soulmate: min yoongi (refer: folders) jeon jungkook (refer: folders) kim taehyung (refer: folders)

relatives: park rosé (younger sister)

occupation: ghoul investigator: investigator of special class (i)

rating: undetermined

rc type: rinkaku

quinque: primary: IXA (S+, koukaku)

affiliation: X squad (leader), Supreme squad S2

ward: 1st ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

jungkook.

birth name: jeon jungkook

alias: jungkook or jk or kook

species: human

clan: jeon clan

debut: folders (mentioned) training (official)

soulmate: park jimin (refer: folders)

relatives: jeon (y/n) kishou (adopted younger sister)

occupation: ghoul investigator: branch director of 2nd ward (special case)

rating: unrelated

rc type: unrelated

quinque: primary: Angel Beat (SS, ukaku)

affiliation: Supreme squad S2

ward: 2nd ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

jin.

birth name: kim seokjin

alias: jin or seokjin

species: half-human (refer: intoxicated)

clan: kim clan

debut: folders (mentioned) training (official)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: kim taehyung (younger brother) kim namjoon (???) kim mingyu (paternal half-brother) kim jisoo (younger sister)

occupation: ghoul investigator: associate investigator of special class (ii)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: primary: Narukami (S+, ukaku)

affiliation: Q squad, Supreme squad S2

ward: 4th ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

hoseok.

birth name: jung hoseok

alias: jay or hope or hoseok

species: human

clan: jung clan

debut: folders (mentioned)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: unknown

occupation: kccg chief director of division II

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: primary: Owl (SSS, ukaku: kakuja)

affiliation: unknown

ward: 7th ward (main) 2nd ward, 7th ward, 8th ward, 9th ward, 10th ward, 11th ward, 12th ward, 13th ward, 17th ward, 18th ward, 19th ward, 20th ward (division II)

division: II

taehyung.

birth name: kim taehyung

alias: v or taehyung or tae

species: ghoul (refer: intoxicated)

clan: kim clan

debut: folders (mentioned) intoxication (official)

soulmate: park jimin (refer: folders)

relatives: kim seokjin (older brother) kim namjoon (???) kim mingyu (paternal half-brother) kim sunoo (???) kim jisoo (younger sister)

occupation: ghoul investigator: investigator of special class (i)

rating: undetermined

rc types: rinkaku

quinque: unknown

affiliation: V squad (leader)

ward: 8th ward

division: II (jung hoseok, chief director jung/jay)

yoongi.

birth name: min yoongi

alias: yoongi or SUGA

species: half-ghoul (refer: consign)

clan: min clan

debut: folders (mentioned) training (official)

soulmate: park jimin (refer: folders)

relatives: xu minghao (branch family)

occupation: ghoul investigator: investigator of special class (i)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: primary: 13’s Jason (S+, rinkaku)

affiliation: Q squad (leader), Supreme squad S2

ward: 4th ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

namjoon.

birth name: kim namjoon

alias: namjoon or RM or joon

species: human

clan: kim clan

debut: folders (mentioned) addition (official)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: kim seokjin (???) kim taehyung (???) kim mingyu (???) kim sunoo (???) kim jisoo (???)

occupation: kccg chief director of division I

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: unknown

ward: 1st ward (main) 1st ward, 3rd ward, 4th ward, 5th ward, 6th ward, 14th ward, 15th ward, 16th ward, 21st ward, 22nd ward, 23rd ward, 24th ward, 25th ward (division I)

division: I

mingyu.

birth name: kim mingyu

alias: mingyu or gyu

species: half-human (refer: intoxicated)

clan: kim clan

debut: folders (mentioned) training (official)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: kim seokjin (paternal half-brother) kim taehyung (paternal half-brother) kim namjoon (???) kim sunoo (???) kim jisoo (paternal half-sister)

occupation: ghoul investigator: investigator of special class (i)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: K squad (leader)

ward: unknown

division: unknown

minghao.

birth name: xu minghao

alias: minghao or ming

species: human

clan: min clan

debut: folders (mentioned) training (mentioned)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: min yoongi (branch family)

occupation: ghoul investigator: first class investigator (iii)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: K squad

ward: unknown

division: unknown

rosé.

birth name: park chaeyoung or park roseanne

alias: rosé or rosie or chaeyoung or roseanne

species: half-human (refer: intoxicated)

clan: park clan

debut: folders (mentioned) intoxication (official)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: park jimin (older brother)

occupation: ghoul investigator: investigator of special class (i)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: R squad (leader)

ward: 10th ward

division: II (jung hoseok, chief director jung/jay)

lisa.

birth name: lalisa manoban

alias: lalisa or lisa or lili

species: human

clan: unknown

debut: folders (mentioned)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: unknown

occupation: ghoul investigator: first class investigator (iii)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: Q squad

ward: 4th ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

sunoo.

birth name: kim seon woo

alias: sunoo

species: human

clan: kim clan

debut: folders (mentioned)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: kim seokjin (???) kim taehyung (???) kim namjoon (???) kim mingyu (???) kim jisoo (???)

occupation: ghoul investigator: first class investigator (iii)

rating: unrelated

rc types: unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: unknown

ward: unknown

division: unknown

jisoo.

birth name: kim jisoo

alias: jisoo

species: half-human (refer: intoxicated)

clan: kim clan

debut: addition (mentioned)

soulmate: unknown

relatives: kim seokjin (older brother) kim taehyung (older brother) kim namjoon (???) kim mingyu (paternal half-brother) kim sunoo (???)

occupation: ghoul investigator: first class investigator (iii)

rating: unrelated

rc type(s): unrelated

quinque: unknown

affiliation: Q squad

ward: 4th ward

division: I (kim namjoon, chief director kim/RM)

more to come; constantly updating.

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[vuulpecula]

✖ @ensnchekov cont.

She was being unfair, she knew. It wasn't his fault, but that did little to temper the irritation boiling beneath the surface of her skin. As much as she wanted to be inside a jaeger, the idea of sharing minds with someone...it was terrifying. Anger was easier. Building walls was easier. Being difficult was so much easier than being vulnerable.

"So what if I do?" From her sulking around the facility, she had seen him a few times, had heard about him from others. Sunshine. That is the word that came to mind. Bright. "Fine," Fox ground out, adding a softer "nerd" as she walked away from him. She knew his name, but she already resigned to only referring to him as 'Nerd'. He had to be smart to make it this far and he knew complaining would get them nowhere, but it wouldn't stop her from taking her irritation out on him. Hurting him in a round-about way to hurt herself. "Are you coming or are you going to stand there watching me walk away?"

[alienssstufff]

(classpect anon) ooh!! love love the ones youve assigned they fit v well!! as soon as i read that you had a couple undetermined ones my brain went straight into action and i *need* to write these down real quickly :)

cleo - witch of life: manipulation part of it? keeps herself together and "alive", maybe she revived herself before ascending so it didnt work to full affect and shes half-dead? maybe?? also how she went against the soulmate system in double life, teaming with scott instead?

joel - prince of life: love the idea of him being a prince of life!! not only for the color scheme (lol shrek colored man) but also because that just works really well for his character!! i feel like he might work as a lime blood but since theyve got that secondary part about drawing in friends i dont know if itd work? idk something about goal-focused, kind-hearted, but also harsh and rude, and how he makes teams well no matter if its with other greens&yellows or with fellow reds. though im not aware of if limes are still around in this au u_u

ah sorry for the rant!! i didnt mean for it to be so long i got carried away!! >_<

DONT APOLOGISE CLASSPECT ANON I LOVE YOU WITH ALLLLL MY HEART AND SOUL TY FOR THESE!!

>Oh my hecking gosh i love hs witches [is one myself] witches are so hecking op! the more i read ur reasoning yeah yeah witch of life is perfect for cleo with the armour stands and the manipulation of lifeforms YES - quickly read up on an analysis for Witches of Life and because of their rebellious nature [as a witch] they are also very dominant and proactive in a crowd which is so cleo. My knowledge about how certain systems (like death and revival) is very rusty so im really appreciate the little bit of lore u wrote for her i'll keep that in mind ^_^

>PRINCE OF LIFE JOEL IS SUCH A FIT IM GLAD U AGREE!!! tbh i don't think very hard about the bloodcolour assigning part i go off with vibes/ colours [character] already has but im glad we got some justification as to why joel is a jade neow >:] initially I assigned him as jadeblood purely for irony as jades often are associated as quiet and passive. I got the Extended Zodiac site open and the perfectionist and fussy traits of jades fit him - this last sentence made me giggle X] "It takes a lot (not really apparently) to make a Jade Sign snap, but if they do, take cover."

sidenote i'd say limes would still be around! limes (well... only one) still exist in my dsmp x hs au as well - but id usually need reason as to why they're lime (eg- c!slimecicle in the dsmp x hs au is a slime mob, they in dsmp lore are canonically near extinct in their true form) ovo! all my hs AUs consist of a mix of all trolls and also humans

[little-miss-buffy]

I posted 5,002 times in 2022

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I tagged 2,310 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 121 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Starter for @eternalpetrova

"It's late. I'm tired. Show yourself."

63 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

OOC

Preview of a gif series I'm making with TVD-verse characters quoting their Buffyverse counterparts. Here is Hope Mikaelson as Buffy Summers, Caroline Forbes as Cordelia Chase, Damon Salvatore as Spike, Klaus Mikaelson also as Spike, and Elijah Mikaelson as Rupert Giles (with Kol as Xander to prompt him). Feel free to use.

See the full post

63 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

closed starter for @countfromthecarpathians

It was Buffy’s first night in London and she was immediately greeted by two vampires. The first one came charging at her that all she had to do was hold up her stake and he ran right into it. The second one was smarter, but not by much. He held his own as long as he could, but all it took was one front kick from the California native and the vampire stumbled backwards, literally tumbling over a gravestone. Buffy immediately burst out laughing.

“Wow, that was really funny-looking,” she taunted the vampire. “Could you do it again?”

The vampire growled at her. “I’ll kill you for that!” He charged at her.

“For THAT!?” She mocked him. “What were you trying to kill me for before!?”

She punched the vampire in the face as he came at her and then dodged his punch. The two exchanged blows until she was against a wall of a mausoleum. The vampire seemingly had her cornered, but Buffy put both of her hands on his shoulders and hoisted herself up sitting on said shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head. Using both of their upper bodies as leverage, Buffy brought herself down to the ground, using her legs to bring the vampire over her head and slam him down on the ground and then quickly got up. “Thanks for the warm welcome,” Buffy said. Before the vampire could respond, she staked him.

Buffy put her stake away and went to continue her patrol, but she felt like she was being watched. "Just show yourself," she called out. "It'll save us some time."

84 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#2

Had to be done.

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90 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

{kicks open the door}

{waits politely outside to be paid attention to}

nothing to do with the fact he's never been invited inside

-Klaus

Buffy grit her teeth as she heard the door bang open. She knew who it was. I miss California, she thought as she walked to the door. Yup. She was right. The non-punk, unbleached-haired, elitist version of Spike.

"Every time you show up like this, you risk all of your parts, you know that?" she didn't bother hiding her disdain.

@hybrid-royalty

141 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

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[cwafurra]

An Exhaustively Extensive Look at Wings of Fire Arc 4 and Wings of Fire Prequel Stories (Part 1; Just Arc 4 For Now) (Sorry This Took So Long)

WoF Arc 4 started as a third continent story where the RainWings find a giant spider leg on the beaches just south of the Rainforest Kingdom, after which Clay and Cricket fly south to explore the third continent.

Cricket and Clay then find an island about a day's flight from the main continent (third continent) and meet a MammalWing named Wolf, who, after being reasonably scared, brings Clay and Cricket to the MammalWing Kingdom to meet King Ox.

Watch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehJI-Wxkuys for a look into the rest of the first major iteration of WoF Arc 4.

For a while, other iterations of Arc 4 were essentially the same main story with slight changes and additions. But then I introduced Dusky, Bumblebee, and Vernonia, other Pantalan characters of course, and the Leaf-Silk Academy (SLA).

In this iteration, the point of view is of Dusky going through a normal student's life until the Jade Mountain Academy faculty and students travel to SLA. After which, Dusky hears Clay and Luna talking to each other about the possibility of a third continent. Dusky overhears this and runs to his friends to tell them what he heard.

I soon went through more, minor iterations with the same general story: Dusky, Bumblebee, and Vernonia sneaking off to explore the third continent and experiencing similar things that Clay and Cricket did.

Another interesting part of this major iteration was the introduction of the main Arc 4 villain, an unnamed dragon of an undetermined tribe trapped in a magical crystal. This villain is now scrapped. As well as the third continent itself.

The next major iteration was the reintroduction of Peacemaker, staying at and learning in the Jade Mountain Academy, befriending an IceWing named Blizzard, a SandWing named SandStriker, and a MudWing named Toad, who Peacemaker later starts to develop a crush on. Another thing introduced in this iteration was, not only the reintroduction of JMA (School), but also the Dragon Festival, a school-wide event based on the SandWings' Moons Festival, but instead they celebrate Dragons. Inventors, historical figures, and, most importantly, the dragons of the present, who are free to do as they want, to make their own choices.

There are a few side plots that were introduced in Arc 4, however, such as Blizzard x Clam (a female SeaWing who befriends Blizzard before Blizzard met Peacemaker). A 400 year old continental conflict between the three tribes of the third continent called the Decade of Destruction because the war spanned over just longer than 10 years, there were constant natural disasters, and many majors revolts and upheavals. A kinda-sorta love triangle between Dusky, Bumblebee, and Vernonia. And a string of mysterious murders throughout the third continent where bodies were found with precise amputations on random limbs and/or other body parts and that the bodies found were also usually a couple or were partners.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

New Years Kiss

Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve: ACCEPTING

II @consultingsister

The din of the party was quickly drowned out by the waltz of their breathless chuckles, and the swish of her gown’s fabric, which flowed as if it were painting a sea. The Scotsman’s mind was drowned in bubbles of champagne and general, ecstasy. This was probably the most fun he had in a while. 

Little did Richard know that his sense of pleasure would only grow tenfold as he allowed himself to get tugged into the nearby library. Hearing the clock chime, and the distant crowd cheer, he was about to wish Cee a ‘Happy New Year’ that is until she tugged him close and beat him to the greeting with a sealed kiss. A silent, rasp of a moan broke from somewhere in Richard’s chest as he allowed his body to draw in closer... Closer still... Closer. Until he had managed to lightly pin Cee against the nearby bookshelf, all the while his strong yet gentle hands began to trail against the valley of her back. A truly happy new year indeed.